House Of Apologies. (Don't own a thing besides OCs and plot.)
The next morning, Jasper picked up Amada. She wriggled and squealed. Trudy got out of bed and was over to them in no time. She took Amada.
"Jazz, what happened?" Trudy asked.
Amada looked at her dad and cried. He took hold of her and sat down, pressing her gently against his shoulder like he did when Trudy got upset and he wanted to see her soothed.
Amada squirmed at first, then he whispered "It's OK, I'm sorry, precious baby."
She curled close, fist in her mouth. Jasper smiled at his wriggly baby. Trudy stood watching, her mouth partially open, and she stared at him.
"Why do you never do that when I need you to?" She asked in wonder. "The baby cries every night and when you kissed her, she shut up."
"What can I say? We both have our talents with her. You're an outstandingly brilliant mother and I can calm her down. Simple."
Trudy sighed and went to get dressed.
Jasper said "You're a lovely baby, aren't you? Pretty baby. Like your mother." He said, lying her in his hands and looking at her properly.
The baby grinned through her fist and used her other hand to poke her dad's lips. Instead of faking biting it off, he kissed it. His baby squealed and giggled like Trudy.
Trudy walked back in and concealed a smile. She loved hearing her baby laugh.
Then the little baby said "Pway!" It was more of a command, but it was still something for her to say.
Her parents stared at her. "Wag? Pway!" The confused baby said.
That made Trudy cry. Jasper kissed his baby girl.
"You wanna play, baby?" He asked, making her smile and cheer "PWAY!"
"Aw, gosh, she's growing up so quickly." Trudy sobbed.
The baby went and grabbed Trudy's finger. "Pway?" The innocent look Amada gave both of her parents made them melt.
"OK, let's play. What?" Jasper asked the baby.
She grinned and pointed at them and herself.
"Yes, what do you want to play?" Trudy was as confused as Jasper.
Amada pointed at herself. "M!"
"You. Beautiful." Trudy said slowly.
Jasper said "What do you want, baby-?"
"Mm!" The tiny child squealed.
"Baby!" Trudy gasped. "She wants us to play a game of house?"
"Mm!" The baby said delightedly.
Jerome was getting a fresh bottle for Fiona.
"Y'know, Mara, I'm sure little Amada doesn't go through this much milk."
"Well, J, she's feeding from Trudy. She's gonna have all she needs with just that. Fiona here is different. You're just gonna have to suck it up, understand?"
Jerome sighed. "I understand you completely, Mara."
They fed Fiona, teaching her simple things.
"Telly." Jerome told her, pointing to the TV.
Mara pointed to the table. "Table."
They pointed out everything in the room. It taught Fiona quite a bit.
Trudy was playing according to Amada's rules, most of which, she estimated at.
Jasper really had a new job, he really had to go to work. Trudy really had to do housework and cook, so it all seemed very real.
Amada loved every second of it, giggling and smiling at her mother. Trudy couldn't help feeling proud of her.
Five weeks later.
Fiona was now six weeks old. Amada was ten months, three weeks.
Mara snuggled up with Jerome and tickled Fiona's feet. Trudy had a camera. The baby smiled, laughing. Trudy got photos, her baby was swinging on her back.
Fiona gurgled happily.
"Mama!" Amada demanded her mother's attention.
"What is it, my beautiful baby?" She asked.
Amada held up a packet of Jaffa Cakes.
"Oh, sweetie. After you've had your supper. Daddy'll be home soon, precious, then you can have supper." Trudy cooed, scooping her baby up.
Well, the baby wasn't pleased with that. She dropped the biscuits and wiggled. Trudy refused to put her down.
"Ah! Behave yourself." Trudy said, kindly, but she was still firm.
"NO!" The little baby squealed loudly.
Trudy put her down and watched as the baby crawled off and almost instantly smacked into a wall. She started crying, refusing her mother's help.
Jasper got back and saw a tired and persistent Trudy trying to sort out a wiggling baby.
"Come on, Maddie, cooperate." Trudy mumbled.
Amada screeched as loudly as her lungs would permit.
Mara was upstairs napping. Jerome was making a peanut butter sandwich.
"What's up with our little wiggler now?" He asked.
"She's having a tantrum because she was told she had to wait to have a Jaffa Cake." Trudy said, irritated and tired.
Jasper came and picked up his child, who immediately cooperated and had her sleep suit put on by him.
"OK, what's happened?" He asked the baby, watching his wife roll her eyes and leave.
"She ick!" The baby said, grouchy.
"Is that because of biscuits, baby?" He asked her.
"Goo!" Amada stated. "Goo, goo, goo!" She burbled furiously.
"You want goo?" He asked.
"GOO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!" Amada screamed happily.
Trudy made supper, giving her child a pureed plateful. She swallowed it all, then smiled innocently. Trudy gave her a biscuit.
Amada sucked off all the chocolate, pulled out the orange, ate the cake base and she slurped up the circle of orange last.
"Oh, she should eat it properly. Thank goodness we gave her a tissue over her clothes."
Fiona was asleep against Mara, murmuring sleepily. Mara smiled to see what her baby was like. She looked at spoiled little Amada. That baby was spoiled beyond anything Mara had ever known.
She got everything she wanted, she had the love of two adoring parents and she was allowed to do what she liked, when she liked and how she liked.
Jasper got her out of her seat, then they cuddled up to watch the football. Trudy hated watching football, so she gathered up dishes and went to wash them.
Jasper grabbed her, but she shook her head and went to have a nap.
Little did she know that for her baby's first birthday, the baby was going to have a Liverpool fan's sports set and a football of her own from her dad.
Trudy flipped when Jasper showed her.
"Jazz, what are you thinking?! She's a girl, for crying out loud! Can't you choose something like a dress or some hair bows?"
"Oh, come on, this is perfectly acceptable. You're just being silly. She'll look amazing in this. Who knows, I might get you one as well."
Trudy rolled her eyes. "You'd better not, if you know what's good for you."
"So you don't have a problem with her having one?" He asked.
"Do what you like, though you're not going to expect to see her in it so often." She said, then left the room.
Amada crawled up onto her dad's lap. "Hi-hi." She said.
"Hey baby." Jasper sighed, closing the computer.
"Mama Dada fit?" She asked, meaning had they had a fight.
"A little one. It's not so bad, baby."
Jerome was showering and Mara was feeding Fiona again.
"Mara, what are you doing?"
"Feeding Fiona, what else? Why?"
"Because I need you to hand me more shower gel."
Mara sighed and gave Jerome more shower gel.
"J, why do you never take a fresh bottle in when you know we need it?" She asked.
"Because I don't usually notice until I run out. That's why." He told her.
Fiona laughed at her dad, her laugh like his, but a little more feminine.
Downstairs, tiny Amada was hugging her dad.
"It no bad. Mama goo."
Jasper smiled at his innocent child.
"You listen to daddy. Your mum gets sad easily. She might tell you to go away sometimes. If she does, I want you to come to me and curl up until she decides she feels better, OK?"
"Yes, Dada."
Trudy came in and picked Amada up.
"You cheeky little thing, Maddie. Come here, my baby."
Amada said "Mama wid Dada." She made Trudy sit down.
Jasper kissed Trudy's lips, Amada squiggled away and crawled to the living room. Then she found a giant bag of Jaffa Cakes. She sat there, plate at her side, sucking off all the chocolate, peeling off the orange, eating the bases. She saved all the orange, then mushed it together and ate it.
She wandered off and got clean, then she snuggled in a corner and went to sleep.
Hours later, she was found there and Jerome had her by the ankle. He carried her upstairs, out of the way of Mara, Trudy and Jasper and told her off.
"Did you eat that bag of Jaffa Cakes?" He asked her.
"Wash me no loud to?" She asked, confused.
"No, they were Mara's. You should ask before you take." He told her.
"Me sowwy, Jewome. Me no know." She said, sadly.
He put her over his knee and she lay there because she didn't know better. He spanked her and she wailed. When he was done, she crawled away to escape.
After that, Amada wouldn't let anyone near her. She screamed if anyone went near her, even her parents.
Eventually, Jerome went to her, causing her to shriek and crawl toward her mum, hiding behind her legs.
Trudy scooped the terrified baby up and cuddled her.
"What's the matter, baby?" Trudy asked.
"Dat ma hip me!" She babbled, pointing at Jerome.
Trudy was shocked. "Why did he, baby?"
"Me no know dat dose wash Mawa cake! Me say sowwy!" She yelled at Jerome.
Mara nearly cried. "Jerome, you hurt the baby for eating those things because she didn't understand to ask? I can't believe you! She's not even your kid! She said she was sorry!"
Trudy burst into tears, joining a now sobbing Amada.
"Aw, little one." She sobbed, while Jasper gave Jerome a look that promised that he would get revenge on him soon. Jerome swallowed.
They soothed their baby, Trudy giving her milk and kisses, Jasper rubbing her back.
"Mara, I'm sorry about your cakes. I'll replace them for you." Trudy said, as soon as her baby was asleep.
Jasper dragged Jerome out of the room and pinned him against a wall.
"You idiot! Nobody hurts my family and gets away with it!" He yelled, punctuating every word with a punch. An accurate smack hit him in the eye every time.
He ended up flooring Jerome. "You don't touch my child again, understand me?"
"Alright, in the next time, it'll be your wife for not doing her job with your kid."
"Touch her and I swear I'll leather you! You are gonna leave them alone! And if it was your Mara and Fiona, you'd never let anyone hurt them. I am not letting you hurt my family."
Trudy rushed out to stop them fighting. She got in the way of a massive punch and it bruised her side.
She collapsed and Jerome kicked her out of the way. Jasper knocked Jerome's leg out from under him and caused him a lot of pain. Jasper helped his wife to their room.
"OK, stay here, my angel."
He went and knocked Jerome to the floor again and got his daughter to her mother.
Jerome was in there with a gun to Trudy's head.
"One step closer, I'll shoot her. Let the baby go, surely she won't wanna see her parents die." Jerome said evilly. Mara ran in.
"Leave her alone, Jerome! You need to know that you're the one who kicked all this off. You should have asked her if it was her who had the cakes, then told her next time to ask and let her go! Not hit her, look where that got us!"
Jerome's finger moved to the trigger. Trudy whimpered.
She whispered "Jazz, I love you."
Jerome used the gun to slap her. She sobbed.
The gun poised at her head and she whimpered.
She shot off the bed, grabbed Jasper and ran for it. They got in their car and drove off, flooring it away.
Their baby was resting in her mother's arms. It was illegal, but they didn't care. They wanted survival, not really caring about legalities.
They found a quiet hotel, one nobody would suspect runaways of living in for a little while.
They bought a new car and sold their old one. Well, that had been a Ferrari, so they sold it dirt cheap for the price of £1,000.
They just wanted out. When Trudy bought herself a scratch card, it turned out to have won them £250,000.
She let out an ear-piercing squeal that made Jasper panic.
"Trudes, you OK?"
"We've just won £250,000!" She screamed. Jasper took one look and grinned.
"Hey, this is brilliant!"
They shared a kiss, then they got the money claimed. They gave them the address of the hotel they would be in at the time.
When they got the money, they had reason to be happy.
They got away, then bought themselves a home.
"You know, Trudy, I love you." Jasper told her, as they lay snuggled up together.
"I love you, Jazzy." She said sweetly, nestling close then pressing her lips to his. They fell asleep, their baby in between them.
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I know, OOC. A little bit violent. Well. Review if you enjoyed, PM me with ideas. Until next update, Random Dizzy. :)